Nights may be troubled and cold
Yet with blood gold one was betrothed
Promise to live on, to fight on and dream on
Running back and forth; Life goes on
Exhaustingly breathing, ropes kept on tightening
Frightened to drown, screwed to kept trying
A path meddled with mud water
Ripple by the puddle, mad as the hatter
Quivering fingers around necks so soft
Twisted, configured fear, as her life goes off
Update for Volume 2. Much loveeee <3!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!